Out of town for the weekend. Returned to find "welcome home" as an oxymoron. And I'm sure if you gave me a path I could find a way to come off of it.
The final scores have been tallied and it is now official; I have more friends on the other side. We took two holes to the heart this weekend. Speak Easy. 2 friends have been literally "86'd." But at least they made the tour.
Previous journal entries seem eerie. The littered paragraphs below, express an emptiness and the urge to see you in NYC. I'm always seconds behind, stumbling upon tragedy. I can't even get the timing right. Chalk up another unsaid goodbye. You wore brown eyes the best and I'll be sure to take you everywhere I go.
WreathsForBaltoAndStouty
